[center][hr][h3]Madhisi[/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Montmartre -- Workshop Near the Moulin Rouge[hr][/center]As Madhisi was preparing to call Berseker and leave for their destination of tonight, a park as far from the place of her battle from last night as possible, not one, but two messages reached her almost at the exact same time.

The first one was from the persons she understood to be the overseer, probably some kind of arbiter meant to keep the order in this war. It alerted her about causing unneeded collateral damage, at the same time that it congratulated her for the first kill in the conflict. While Madhisi wasn't certain about what this overseer meant by "unneeded", if it was about taking the lives of innocents then it wasn't something that she had any intentions of doing again. On the other hand, the news that her adversaries from the previous night perished, where enough o bring a semblance of relief -- or was it satisfaction? -- to Madhisi's face.

A satisfaction that would last until as soon as she set her eyes on the following message, brought to her temporary home by what looked like a kind of familiar not very different from her golems:

[indent]"Greetings Master of Berserker, and apologies for making contact in such a boorish manner- however, it is a payment in kind to the way you have treated my city. Understand this- the message I am delivering unto you is not just a courtesy but the greatest generosity you will ever receive in your lifetime. A lifetime that was not cut mercilessly short not once but twice only because of my incredible magnanimity. You will now be given a choice, you will pay back these two favors or your debts will be collected. 

Firstly you will use your command spell to order your servant to never raise a hand against Mirai Kurojishi or her Servant. 

Secondly, you will use your command spell a second time to order your servant to defer to Mirai Kurojishi or her Servant as if they were your master.

Upon having done this you will be escorted to my workshop, without your servant who will remain where she is now until nightfall. If you leave your workshop without having first met these conditions you will perish long before you can retaliate. If you meet our demands when all of this is said and done you will receive the grail if you are still alive enough to hold it, as we have no need of it.

You have until dusk to decide."[/indent]
This wasn't anything that she expected at all. But she could only conclude that this was the work of the second Master and Servant pair that she met yesterday. Madhisi had a basic understanding of what these Command Spells are and what they do but didn't particularly care for them since her objective.

Furthermore, she had experienced what this mysterious duo could do first-hand yesterday. It was completely possible that refusing this would result in her death before she could even take a step. Also, from the wording of this letter, it looked like they wanted to force her and Berserker into a position where they would be Servants to them. Never for one minute, Madhisi believed that the creator of this spider wanted to give anything to her.

Even so, she did as she was requested to. Using both Command Spells with the exact words that had been asked of her. If she could live now, there would probably be benefits out of this, like, especially, the chance to fight and kill others more easily. And maybe if this spider mage was really saying the truth, she could even get what she wanted out of this. Not that it was likely, after all.

After that, she waited to see what kind of escort would take her to where she needed to be.
[hr][center][b]Going towards:[/b] Being escorted... I guess.[/center][hr]
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[center][hr][h3]Archer
[sup][sup][i]Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation[/i][/sup][/sup][/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Latin District -- Paris Pantheon[hr][/center]Once more, Failnaught's [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjHeKLZLG54]melody[/url] could be heard in the streets of Paris, echoing in a soft yet heart-wrenching way as Tristan played while the sunset approached. The last encounter of the previous night allowed Yazhu and Tristan not only to gauge their battle strategies but also to gather precious information. The Latin District, one of the oldest parts of the City of Light, was undoubtedly a place of great activity and one worth paying attention to. No doubt the best place for an Archer to do so in this region was the top of Paris' Phanteon going high above any other buildings of the mostly flat skyline and vast open spaces that composed this region of the city. There was no way anyone other than an Assassin would be able to approach them undetected, not now that Tristan was finely acquainted with his nature as a Servant.

"Master, it pains me to say this but I believe we do not have the luxury of trying to open dialogue with our enemies in this war. Not anymore at least, we would do better to gather information and take down any targets that present themselves as vulnerable. I shall not allow what happened yesterday to repeat itself. Seeing you injured pains me down too much, thus I'll be sure to cut down anyone who opposes us be them Servants or Magi. But, fear not, after this conflict is done for, I shall weep and lament their loss. That's the only thing I, who was born without a blessing, can do when I take out the lives of those who were," Tristan said, raising his voice only as his melody picked up the pace. Yes, that was the only thing to do. If he wished to make his oath to Yazhu become truth, the only option that Tristan had from now onward was to show the kind of terrible power that possessed.

"Come o Heroic Spirits who transcended time and death to join and do battle in this land. I shall put you to rest once more with my elegy," Tristan said in a wistful voice, not to his Master but rather hoping the wind carried his intention to the other Heroic Spirits who joined this Holy Grail War, just as the last note of his song was perfectly aligned with the tolling of Notre Dame's bells, announcing the beginning of another night of slaughter.

"It's time," he said in a somber voice as he got back to his feet and concentrated his attention on searching.
[hr][center][b]Going towards:[/b] Nowhere[/center][hr]
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